As John Lanchester notes in that New Yorker piece from yesterday, most of the time when we say we taste something, we’re actually smelling it. I did sample Celine Dion’s perfume once, in a blind testing against Kylie’s fragrance, in a small Scottish border town that my wife and I had to leave in great haste, after being hounded by an overzealous Man of God. It was easy enough to tell the two perfumes apart: Celine’s was somewhat overpowering, while Kylie’s was diminutive, with a hint of eucalyptus.
All of which is a hopelessly irrelevant way of saying that we have some more coverage for Carl Wilson’s book about Celine.
1. An interview with Carl in the Onion’s AV Club.
2. A piece on book by Dave Stelfox, at the Guardian’s music blog.